Long Hibernates Poems

              For in the depths of time's forgotten embrace,
A world, once lush, now shattered, displaced.
Anteeing up as joker, distant and vague,
I tread...

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Summer spring bright colors, smells, flowers blooming welcome feast
Amongst these bees so irresistibly attracted to sugary nectar 
A thought occurs to me, to see these little buzzing specters 
What kind of journey , these perfect...

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Lost in emotions,
this heart seems to be . .
endless moments,
a burst of illusions

It is hard to breathe,
eyes cannot clearly see
will you reach for me,
deeply and honestly reach for me?


I am aching to be,
everything you need
when...

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In the spring mist of renewal when life bursts free
And the gentle mother, patient in her earthly stillness offers a tree
Jutting from the velvety lush ground spawning its sleepy dormancy

The sweet summer stickiness of drooling...

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In deep forest with rotten leaves and wood
Where the sun’s light finds it hard to reflect.
Where wind won't blow even if it could
below dense undergrowth, it’s deadwood wrecked.
There is much silence there; all sound in...

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Praise, a chronic disease
Ruins humanity
Increases sugar in blood
Spreads intoxicants in artery
Hangs a curtain before eyes
Hides truth.

Mind dips in self-enchanting
Always seeks false praising words
Credits
Clappings
Honours
Rewards
All treasures of materialistic world !
Mind guides the human
Mind commands the soul
Instigated by...

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A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar...

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I am officially naming today Rat Day! Yes I am! I mean why not? The groundhog gets all the attention, but what about the rats and the dogs? There is no special day commemorating the...

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A naked bleakness dressed with sparkling stars,
Dance sweetly taffaria fairies wands,
Auburn burnish Terra foundation scars,
Strewn light rods frock poise for their eager bonds.

Savor sparked light, plated of painted blends,
Generous crops hatched for harvesters pluck,
Heap hued...

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I have a friend yeah a subconscious one
Always following me in the days vibrant sun.
He's very very like me from the heels to the head
And he's there until I jump into bed.

But he's also very...

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Sunday night Apr. 8, 2001:
The night I slept in relative peace
foolishly, naively believing and
falsely assuming that all was well…

But then the morning after:
Though not the worst morning after
still the numbing, paralyzing morning after
the morning his...

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In May I joined in a collaborative write
 with Jan Allison about a bi-polar bear
  Since then the furry marine mammal
   Has been treated at Arctic Health Care

Here is an update that...

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I foolishly fell from a mountainous high only to land on a desert dry
Images of liquid lust within my emotive eye calcified to a crusted cry
Warning winds in delusory distance holding hurricanes of resistance
Conjuring catacombs...

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We tipped the waitress too much,
both feeling inclined
to spend our saved-up good right then.
And as the woman at the door
said, "You make a really beautiful 
couple," I stepped out

into the uncertain evening: 
the seven-block voyage...

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Such is love that the soft setting sun,
Hibernates within my humble heart…
Where the skies are filled with palettes,
Of amour and tears of liquid love…
My soul surrenders to the biradial beauty,
Of the voguish voyeuristical view…
As the...

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A SONNET OF AUTUMNS GIFTS

 
The spirit said, “Isn’t it time for autumn’s glow?
Why do you hold onto the warmth of summer’s love?”
Startled by the interrogation thought amused, but was so
Holding to moments, words, reflections,...

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Little Bear parents argued about where he would hibernate this year.
He wished they would be nice to each other, this was not dear.
Since their separation, they had turned mean and sour with each other.
Seen by...

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Bloom of floral life halts at utter gloom
Lives sleep, nevertheless lives come alive
At the break of night, the day of the groom

From chirp to chirp, and we bid bye to blue
Fellows to abode, drones as...

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Within sequestered silent tears’, my heart hibernates,
Solitudes that slumber amongst the venomous voids…
Love is snared amidst echoes that resonate in repose,
The walls of confusion crumble upon ravenous ruins.

A qabalistic quarantine quenching quiet landscapes,
Where alienation adorns...

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The thought beetle.


There is a little thought beetle deep within my mind;
He is going around, searching for a rhyme.
He digs out my unconscious thoughts
And helps me to write another line.
When his work is done, he...

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Such is love that the soft setting sun,
Hibernates within my humble heart…
Where the skies are filled with palettes,
Of amour and tears of liquid love…
My soul surrenders to the biradial beauty,
Of the voguish voyeuristical view…
As the...

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the cookie monster gets her strength
from the plate by your bed.
Sucking down crumbs, growing at every bite,
knowing she shouldn't be fed.
Christmas eve is her favorite day,
when the goods are brought about.
After bed time, she downs...

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A Seed Not Planted
Written: by Miracle Man
2-4-2020

Somewhere tucked away in each mind is a word left unspoken,
an action not taken, a seed that wasn’t planted; 
A word that someone needed to hear at that moment.

We...

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The thought of love is two faced
never truthful or logical
but love bending to some light
always in constant darkness
Love professes to save lives
create war and kill thousands
love gives life to hatred
yet giving life is a form...

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Creativity
Like
Black magic

Poems
Conjured
Up

In a
Dark coven

While
A bear 
Hibernates

Imaginations
Ideas

Lie dormant

But
With the
Cast of
A spell

They
Come
Alive

Like 
Frankenstein’s
Monster

Ideas running
Rampant
And wild

Sexual
And salacious

The town’s
Folk

Run and 
Hide

They say
This work
Demonic

But
Like
A hermit

Creativity
Like a poet

Walks
Alone
In the 
Dark

With a
Lit lantern

Reading
Poems
And prose

In the 
The iced
Cold
Air

Stands
Atop
Mount
Everest

To unveil

What was truth

The President
Is naked...

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